Amelia frowned. She watched him sit on the ground away back from her. She wanted to play with her big brother but he didnât seem to like her at all. After picking some flowers Amelia got back to her feet and walked towards him slowly. She was very quiet, as if she could sneak up to him.
âJazzyâŠâ She whispered softly and tapped him on the shoulder. âJazzy I picked these flowers for you. I only got the prettiest ones I found.@ she said to him, offering the flowers to him. "Iâm sorry you donât like me either JazzyâŠcan I please be your friend?â She asked softly hoping that he might like her more with the flowers.
He tilted his head slightly as she brought flowers over to him and he took them in his hands, a single finger tracing the outline of one of the petals delicately. Her words confused him. He certainly did not hate her, not at all, but it wasnât easy for him. No matter how hard he tried and no matter how much they tried to explain it to her, she was too young to truly understand that.
âI donât hate you.â
Amelia looked up at him with her innocent and sad eyes. Â It was so hard for her to understand any of this. Â She understood the family was different, but she didnât know why. Â She knew she was the only one to eat or sleep in the house, but no one ever made her feel bad about that. Â All she wanted was to play, and though the rest of her adoptive siblings did that with her, she was so drawn to Jasper because he helped her feel at easy, happy and loved. Â She couldnât help it. Â Â âWell...you never want to play with me, so I thought maybe you just didnât like me....â










